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today. Sunday he was so poorly that we thought we would have to call a doctor. I wished Mary was near. We hope he will get over it now as he breathes better and his bowels have only moved once since last evening. I am afraid you are expecting us home this week but when you get the letter that I wrote to Mary last Sat. you will see that we do not intend to start till we hear from you again. When we wrote to you before and when we write to Glyn last we intended, if Wm. was well enough and it was pleasant to go this week. I wish we had got safely and comfortably home. Wm. is so poorly that we dread the journey a good deal, but when we once started I trust we shall not find it so hard as we fear. There was quite a fire down town last night